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POEM STARTER

Your are a college student fawning over your professor during a lecture. Create a poem that is a series of doodles and unrequited phrases about your emotions.

Writings

The Ethereal Mrs. Marie.

_God, Mrs. Marie so prettyā€¦_


Sheā€™s like a rose in a garden,

That I wanna pick from a bush,

And admire in my dorm room..


_Oh, Iā€™d be so happy with herā€¦_


I wanna know everything about her;

Her favorite dish or time of day,

Things that bring her to grins or tearsā€¦


_I would love to make her feel wonderfulā€¦_


I love how she does certain things,

How she writes with grace, how she smiles,

How she pre...

hear me out:

okay,

but in my defense...


he was hot.


still,

I have no excuse...


other than my lack of mental stability.


but,

it's not like it's that bad...


he's only a couple years older.


well,

it's not like people don't have celebrity crushes three times their age...


I feel like hayden christensen is just a little hotter than him.


however,

dAMN LOOK AT THOSE ABS--


[This journal was confiscated by the ...

Teachers Pet

My heart may as well have stopped,

For I have seen what I thought was a dream

A dream that walked with echoes of black heels clicking on the grey marble floor,

Her voice soothing like the whispers of a familiar rain after the calm of a stormy night.

Red waves of perfectly styled locks falls just below her shoulders, A small pearl necklace paired with a white blouse, straightened black blazer and...

how unfortunate

as his hand motions at the board

as his hair is swept back because of the vent

as i stare

/mrs dean/

i think dreamily


hearts pepper the corners of my pages

words scrawled on the side

i love you, mr dean


i giggle silently when he smiles

he locks eyes with me and i pretend to take notes

when really,

iā€™m doodling his face


cursive swirling

mr deanā€™s name is everywhere on everything

i canā€™t turn it ...

2
7
Intensity

The warmness spreads across my forehead

And down my cheeks

I feel it and I feel everything

I canā€™t speak


Wash over me again just like before

Let it come and let it go

You push, I pull

In my head I see it


Talking doesnā€™t matter so much

I know that weā€™re aligned as such

Your lips they move in ways

Ways that make me tremble


Listening isnā€™t important

Feelings so intense, I boil

Bubbling on and up...

Snow & Oil

My blood runs cold,

It must be spilled,

I shiver at the thought

But the shock wears off a bit and I feel my brain go hot.

I know this is a slippery path,

I know that it is dirty.

The white flakes start to stick,

As they wait to turn to water.

Each flake is just so unique,

But equally essential.

If I can get another look as dawn breaks through,

And feel the fresh winter air,

If would fuel my empty ...

Shades of Matthew (Prof. Giligan)

Grey

His favorite polo

His intellect

My life before him


Yellow

His aura

His hair

My smile


Pink

His lips

His spirituality

My confession


Blue

His sigh

His apology

My heart


Red

His scowl

His words

My eyes


Black

His firing

His stare

My world after him...

2
7
Nobody Knows

Sitting in class, heart fluttering at the sight of my charming professor

My notebooks full of doodles of us, But he has no way of knowing

His words like sweet symphonies, My eyes so fixed on him

My pulse quickens, gazing on, As he paces around the room

Soft lines, his face so full of life, I quickly scribble it all down

The curves of his lips as he smiles, I cannot help but swoon

A poem scribbled...

Lovesick

What am I thinking of tonight?

A flash of recognition in his eyes

The way they brightened as they met mine

I felt so light


And I draw lots of hearts

As mine flutters in my chest

Heā€™ll be none the wiser

When he comes over and checks


Heā€™s only a few years older than me

He must notice how everyoneā€™s noticing

And Iā€™m not the best or brightest of the group

He knows that too


Yet I canā€™t help but wond...

Teacherā€™s Pet

Professor and Mrs. Davidson.

Professor and Dr. Davidson.

Drs. Davidson.


I do

I do

I do


How was your day?

How many girls flirted with you today?

Youā€™re mine.

All mine.


Call on me.

Call me.


I have questions.

I wasnā€™t paying attention.

Will you spank me?

Can I get extra credit?


Naughty.

Discipline me.


Professor and Mrs. Davidson

Professor and Dr. Davidson

Drs. Davidson....

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